June

The languid eyes of soft sleepy June, Awaken to tease the flowers that bloom; With liquors of dew for striped honey bees, Dipping their straws if the blossom agrees. Let the whispering wind fly with no haste, Thro pavilions of blossoms dotted with lace; Where tender feet trip thro the myriad of greens, To paint the meadows of June's sunny scenes. The ancient forests deck far away hills, Where winding streams wander thro unruly rills; And the alchemy of all that is told, Turns mossy stones into precious gold. The perfumed petals adorned with sweet scent, Surround everywhere the elfin sprites went; As these little ones skipped thru the sunlit day, It was with these shadows I needed to play. So the chapter of June comes to a close, She floats into summer on the scent of a rose; She pirouettes on tiptoe in her gossamer gown, Wearing on her head a bright golden crown.